F Capitalism

A Poem by Anonymous

So you like poetry.
Guess what?
I read the greatest poet's poem
As she was resting on my lap,
Reflected essence of her beauty,
We watched a sunset and a sunrise,
She read her poetry to me,
Smoke twisting in the empty air,
She showed me how to twist her hair,
We listened to a saxophonic
Water stream,
We watched
a slowly getting naked tree -
for free